"Big sister... next time you can be a bit rougher, okay~"
In Capital City, within the private chambers of the Empire's Regent, a sweet fragrance filled the bedroom where two orange lamps were lit. The dim light cast silhouettes of tightly pressed bodies onto the soft carpet, adding an even more sensual atmosphere to the already intimate scene.
Amalia lay nestled in Astrid's embrace, her fingers gently playing with the silver hair that fell over her shoulder. Her smooth back pressed into softness, continuously feeling her sister's love and warmth.
"I really like it when you're like that, sister... it makes me feel so fulfilled, so happy..."
As she spoke, Amalia lightly rubbed her legs together. The delicate white thigh-high stockings appeared intact at first glance, but upon closer inspection, faint runs could be seen. Having sweated slightly from their earlier activities, the stockings clung even tighter to her skin, resembling a perfectly smooth, creamy cake.
